I thought the butterflies were dead
Swatted one by one
Double tapped via pesticide
The extermination was thorough
Swept clean every inch
But then you came
And with one wave of your hand
Winter cowered
Giving way.
Now we wait for spring
I thought the butterflies were dead
Swatted one by one
Double tapped via pesticide
The extermination was thorough
Swept clean every inch
But then you came
And with one wave of your hand
Winter cowered
Giving way.
Now we wait for spring
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